ugh, chicken

so, that delightful Norman Rockwell vision I had for tonight's dinner was not fulfilled.  at all.
first off dave and his friend rob are still out hunting.  (for the record, i hate hunting season--dont want there to be an disillusions about that.  "oh, but all the free meat you get!"  free?  really?  price of tag, equipment, investments of weaponry, and baiting == whole lot of NOT free.  And venison taste like good meat gone rotten and smells even worse.)  Secondly, Noah asked me what was for dinner annnnnd... "Nooo!  don't want that!"  he chooses Chicken Con Queso canned soup.  Yeah right.  I am not making you soup after i have done all of this cooking.
Third and most awful:  shoving an onion up a chicken's butt increases the cooking time by about, eh-- forever.  the boys and I ate mashed potatoes, green beans, peaches, and rolls.  The chicken is still in the oven about an hour and a half later.  awesome.  Well, at least the men folk will have some part of their dinner warm.
frustrating.
No lovely family togetherness.  no excitement for the presentation of the food.  NO FREAKING CHICKEN.  jerk.